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Molotov Spongecake

from Seven Star Green by Rebsie Fairholm

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Cash-for-peerages scandals are a perennial feature in British politics and always have been. This song is about Victor Grayson, a socialist MP turned washed-up alcoholic and whistleblower who tried to expose the illicit gong-trade in David Lloyd George's government in 1920, threatening to name and shame the agent responsible for it. He was spied on, beaten up, and then went missing, never to be seen again.

On 28th September 1920 Grayson was in London having a drink with friends when he had a phone call asking him to go to a hotel in Leicester Square. Witnesses later saw him being taken into a house by the River Thames, after which he vanished without trace. Unfortunately several months went by before anyone noticed he was missing, and by that time the trail had gone cold. It's presumed he was murdered.

Twelve years later Arthur Maundy Gregory, a political blackmailer and the owner of the house Grayson disappeared into, was convicted of selling knighthoods and sentenced to two months' jail.

Nobody knows what happened to Victor Grayson, least of all me. So for the most part this is an imagined view of the last few moments of his life.

lyrics

See now how a city street condemns
As the drizzle thickens on the Thames
You're counting the railings like missed chances
While the public don't give second glances
Through the haze of the wine you know where you should be
And a monocled dandy wants you round for tea

Power is what luxury affords
Ten thousand gets you in the House of Lords
Or plied with cake and a dose of tea-time violence
Served with a slice of permanent silence
Please don't take it personal my dear
It's how they deal with rebels here

The night slips down the drainpipe with the rain
And shadows brush the floorboards once again
Wheel the bedstead back over the carpet
And nothing ended here and nothing started

credits

from Seven Star Green, released August 1, 2009
(words and music by Rebsie Fairholm)

Rebsie: voice, piano
Daniel Staniforth: guitar, bass

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Rebsie Fairholm Cheltenham, UK

Haunting psych-folk inspired by the English landscape and the spirits of the ancestors. I play 12-string guitar, harp, piano, cornamuse, whistle and whatever else comes to hand. Now working full time with Marvin B Naylor.

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